great-warnovel Chapter 515 Removing the Pointer
Chapter 515 Removing the Pointer
Chapter 515 Removing the Pointer
The descent was both rapid and lengthy.
Although she was only a few meters high, Hermione felt as if she had been falling for half a minute, and the process was still ongoing. Humans' perception of time is easily confused, and even the great wizard was having trouble telling time at this moment.
Looking up, the large hole in the ninth floor floor appeared unusually far away, and Adam, standing outside the Time Hall, became blurry and indistinct, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Looking down again, the small mountain of clocks seemed both near and far, and she had been maintaining her downward trajectory in mid-air for a long time.
The clicking of countless clocks in my ears slowed down, seemingly no longer ticking by seconds, but by minutes, or even longer.
The surrounding things began to blur and elongate, and everything seemed to become indistinct and elusive.
Everything was empty and distant except for herself. This feeling lasted for an unknown amount of time. Finally, the falling process ended, and Hermione landed lightly on the clock hill.
But she was not at ease, because she knew that she had fallen into an abnormal time-space flow.
All around were elevated courtroom seats, which were used in the past to put psychological pressure on the accused. Beyond these seats, however, there were no walls, only a brilliant and chaotic void.
It wasn't the universe in the conventional sense; it was more like slices of the world that had been cut open.
Different futures, different people and events, unfold within that narrow, razor-sharp slice, and countless such worlds are piled up haphazardly, forming a chaotic, indistinct, and brilliantly colorful tapestry.
Hermione only glanced at it and felt a splitting headache. If it were an ordinary person, perhaps just a fleeting glimpse would be enough to immerse them in the dazzling array of endless timelines, making it impossible for them to extricate themselves.
Hermione, being a great wizard, was able to glean even more information from it—a more mature Harry being tried in the trial chamber.
Umbridge, dressed in splendid attire, sits here judging others.
There was a young witch in the orphanage who pushed a fluttering owl into a pot.
A gloomy-faced young wizard founded a secret cult beneath London.
And there was a huge, dim moon, like an eye, peering at me through the crack—
All this chaotic time and future rushed into her field of vision, making her even more troubled.
Fortunately, she could still find her way back. The after-seeer's perspective served as an anchor point, allowing her to clearly see herself, Grindelwald's burning Fiendfire, Hogwarts, the new Hogsmeade, and Dumbledore's grave.
These things firmly anchored her spirit within the time and space she inhabited.
She took a deep breath, came to her senses, and dared not look at the chaotic world behind the judge's bench.
She forced herself to look up at the ceiling, where the ninth floor above seemed to be spinning rapidly like a top.
Standing atop the small mountain of clocks, she felt as if she were hundreds or thousands of meters away from the ninth floor.
The original polygonal ninth-floor ceiling is now spinning at high speed like a kaleidoscope.
She could no longer see Adam, but she could see the entire Department of Mysteries more clearly.
Surrounding the central circular hall, all the rooms are spinning at high speed, bearing the erosion of chaotic spacetime flow.
"Was it caused by those clocks that fell to the lower level? Did they make the entire ninth level spin?"
She guessed that the rotunda originally possessed such magic, and its rotation caused the spatial-temporal forces below to rotate as well, thus creating a terrifying vortex.
Perhaps there is also the influence of the power emanating from the "eternally locked room," as well as the influence of the spirits of the wizards who died fifty years ago above. These factors are mixed together, yet they have cleverly formed a balance.
"I am no longer in my original timeline." She suddenly came to this conclusion.
At this moment, the courtroom, thanks to the operation of these clocks, is independent of all timelines, and only here can events occurring in other timelines be observed.
Being here means you're no longer subject to the flow of time. No matter how long you stay here, it's just a fleeting moment in your original world.
"No, that's not right. During the fall—my time was slowed down drastically at that time."
Hermione frowned. She realized that although she could stay here as long as she wanted, entering and leaving would inevitably take a considerable amount of time.
"Adam—old man—you all have to hold on!"
A robot, it's uncertain how long it can last in the abandoned Ministry of Magic, and the mad Fiend King desperately needs a Time-Turner to stabilize his mind.
There was no time to think about these questions. She grabbed the gold chains from the silver shelf beside her and easily took them all this time.
However, after years of wear and tear, she only managed to find three that were still intact and usable.
Now we need to think about how to get out.
Although time is independent here, heaven knows how much time had passed in the outside world when she fell.
Thinking about these things made her a little anxious.
Looking up, the rapidly spinning ninth floor above was almost an afterimage, with a violent spacetime storm hindering anything that wanted to move upwards.
After being dragged into the Time Hall by the reverse-effecting spell, she was swept down by this storm, and now it would probably be even more difficult for her to go against the current.
"I have to find a way to stop it—" the witch thought to herself.
Although he knew that such a violent act would definitely lead to other abnormal phenomena, he couldn't care less at the moment. The best course of action was to escape from here as soon as possible and then Apparate Adam to New Paris.
"Is there anything that can stop this spacetime vortex?" She scanned her surroundings; the only thing that could affect time energy was time energy itself.
She wanted to find some suitable watches among these.
The twisted pointer in her arms was still burning hot; it almost jumped out of Hermione's clothes during the fall.
At this moment, it calmed down again. If it weren't still burning up, Hermione would have suspected that it had completely broken down.
"If you want to stop time, you can just pull out the hands of the clock?" This metaphorical thought that suddenly popped into Hermione's mind gave her an idea.
At this moment, on this small hill of clocks, countless dials are moving on their own.
Their dripping sounds blend together, forming a sea of time.
"Should we smash this place up?" The thought had barely crossed her mind when she immediately shook her head.
This is too brutal; it could directly lead to the annihilation of spacetime.
She only needs to pause for a moment, just a moment, and she can fly out of here!
"Then—the decree: Petrify!"
Thoughts raced, and simultaneously a vast petrification spell encompassing all the clocks was released.
This time, Hermione used the Prayer of Law from the Great Rune of Order, which is more durable than ordinary spells and can even last for a while with the Curse of Entropy!
The next moment, the entire hall suddenly fell silent. Without the endless chiming of the clocks, she felt a little uneasy.
Immediately afterwards, the rotation above also stopped, and the distant ninth-floor ceiling, carrying inertia, roared down rapidly, as the relationship between space and time struggled to be repaired!
"Now!"
Hermione shot out instantly, soaring into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.
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